This baby was going to go right into the trunk of my car and home with me and I was going to polish it and hug it and hold it and call it 'George'. Th...s beat the heck out of my old Remington 700 that I'd left in my trunk. It had been an ok shotgun for a weapon probably older than my father, but this baby was just too sweet to leave behind in unfriendly hands. If I'd been really clever, I should have just rushed that baby back to my car right then and there, but I decided to tote it along with. Paris is certainly the city of love! What a time we three had there. It is always hard leaving Agnès since we know it will be so long until we meet again, but not this time since she decided to celebrate Halloween with us.At Halloween, hubby and I threw a ‘sexy’ costume party---Greti came as Snow White, Angela as a hot devil, Anna as a sexy angel, Agnès as a French maid and I was a sexy witch. Hubby was Count Dracula who had ‘entranced’ all these ‘demonic’ females. There was so much. . apparently the feelings weren't as strong on both sides." That must have been hard." It was," I answered. "But I survived. And Sharon helped. And then I met you."Tina squeezed me with those last words. I grimaced, but in the dark with her head turned the other way, she couldn't see me. She'd taken my comment to imply more feelings on my part than I'd intended, but I didn't see any way to correct that without making things worse."So were you in love with your high school girlfriend before you. Kristen reacted immediately: “Ohhhh, nooooo, please!”Jennie just slapped Kristen’s face again:“Don’t fucking talk again unless I tell you to; understand?”“Yes, Mistress!” Kristen said this time, consciously raising the level of her submission.“Good,” Jennie said.She used the knife on the sides of Kristen’s panties: “No panties for sluts tonight!” she said, putting the panties into her bag.Next she pulled a kind of gag out of her bag. It fastened around Kirsten’s face. It had hooks that Jennie.